Mac sat carefully behind the threshold of the alley. To his right lay an open street, to his left the alleys. Usually he wouldn't be so cautious about physically staying in the alleys, but on a day like today, in a place like this, he wasn't taking any risks. He was meeting a spy, one from his private network, whom he had sent back to check on The City. Mac more or less trusted the man, but one never threw caution to the wind when dealing with the DA.

He glanced to the right, where he had sprinkled some black sand on the sidewalk. No one there was leaking any investiture. Then he braced himself and reached out into the alleys,  immediately being assailed by sounds and images extending from all the alleys that had been, were, and could be connected to this one. He grit his teeth, wished that he had his monocle and or hat with him, and focused on looking for moving alleys with people in them.

Aha, there one is. He could see, in his minds eye, one fateful denizen, slowly and carefully sliding the alleys into place in order to make their way to the meeting point. Well, Nothing to do but wait then.